Some days when I got up, while everyone was sleeping
I'd go creeping down the hallway and turn on our TV
I'd dance around to Humphrey - though he didn't have a voice
And he didn't wear pants; He was my hero as a boy
Without my brothers in the way Laughing and dancing and playing
Some days after brekky we'd go down to Charlie's house
And while our mums were drinking coffee
We'd play records in the lounge
We'd dance to Sergeant Pepper's and we'd dance to Patsy Biscoe
And we'd dance around to Abba in our little pre-school disco
One day we both looked up and saw
Charlie's father standing in the door
'Hello, Mary Lou. What you dancing 'round in there for?
Don't you even care what people think about you, Mary Lou?
Boys don't dance around the way that you do, Mary Lou.'
I stopped banging on the heater I was using as a keyboard
And I looked at him confused and I said 'My name is Michael'
Charlie took the needle, put a scratch through 'Dancing Queen'
Took it off the player and put it in a plastic sleeve
I saw my dad come walking down the hall
Embarrassed that he'd see me when the other man called:
'Hello, Mary Lou. What you dancing 'round in there for?
Don't you even care what people think about you, Mary Lou?
Boys don't dance around the way that you do, Mary Lou.'
Remember how you used to dance?
Remember that old cubby house?
Remember how you'd sing out loud?
Remember how you'd laugh 'til you were all laughed out?
Remember how they shut you down?
Shut you down
Some days when I get up while everyone is sleeping
I lock the bathroom door, so no one else can see
And I dance around the shower, I sing into my shampoo
And I don't look very graceful but I don't think that I have to
Don't let them take your inner joy
Dance around like Humphrey little boy
'Hello, Mary Lou. What you dancing 'round in there for?
Dance like you don't care what people think about you, Mary Lou!
Everyone should dance around the way that you do, Mary Lou